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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Midna found herself forming a half smile at the surprise written across Balthazar's face. In truth, had he shown himself to her some days prior she may have very well reacted differently. Would she have killed him? The Queen wasn't sure, not that she was in any state to even try right now. But clearly, her response had not been the one he expected. "Do not take this as if all is forgiven, that has to be earned Balthazar." she tells him simply, but not unkindly. With her hand released she folds her hands in front of her.
She doesn't miss his stop on her title but had not expected to hear her name from him. Up to this point he had been formal with her titles and respect, even when he used it to mock her the last time she had seen him.
People like him? He wondered if Midna held any disdain towards his lineage, and her lips pressed together in thought. "I do not hate people based on their birth. No one should be held accountable for their blood but by their actions. If you are upset about my conditions and words, they are based on what you have done and not what you are, Balthazar." she says, glancing at him and the unique features he possessed from his lineage.
"As for my intentions, consider it an amendment. My aim is for what is best for our people, but Zant and his followers are a blight on us and they have proven that in the past by their actions. So no, my intentions have not changed. But I have learned that there is more to this situation than simply the destruction of those I dislike. I have my entire kingdom to think about, and I believe in doing what is best for them."
Turning from Balthazar, Midna went back to the puzzle she had been working on minutes ago and then looked to the corridor ahead. "There is an artifact in this temple I seek, and from every map and record I can find it is in the far wing of this place. So we may face more of those beasts, and perhaps others."
Midna studied the features that she could see on the stranger, trying to draw herself a comparison to the faces she'd seen in this realm. And she came away with nothing more than a familiarity, unable to use her magic for the last several minutes. Something, she was coming to realize, appeared to be her crutch; and a splintered one at that. She did note that his eyes ran down her figure quickly, and Midna had never felt shy or modest with her dress; the garments she wore covered enough if missing a slice of her abdomen. It was something about those eyes scanning over her.
Balthazar's eyes.
He had been following her, of course he had. So he knew of the Arbiter's Grounds, knew of her time with the Heroes. And she'd been so focused on her quest, so assured that he had vanished from her life after that night that she never had the smallest inkling of it. He was asking her to hear him out, and Midna couldn't think of words she wanted to say to him. His appearance had sent her mind racing, and her body once more froze. Twice in a millennium of life, in one day had she froze at unexpected appearances.
SIlently, and a bit stiltedly, she nodded once for him to continue. Explain yourself, she thought in her head. She wanted to know exactly what this man was doing here.
It was something in his tone that Midna heard that struck her. The reminder that those she faced would indeed harm anyone who was so much as suspected as helping her if they set foot here. Enemies of the Heroes as well would know how much she had to lose.
Midna wouldn't be able to explain it to herself, but she let Balthazar take her hand and kneel. There was something gentle about his grasp and considering he had just saved her life, comforting.
"What you've done, is something that is not just forgivable. There are difficult decisions in times of war. You decided the fate of a man for yourself, and I cannot risk the rocky foundations of my resistance to wayward plans of the individual. I won't risk the unification of Twili and Light Realm peoples for you Balthazar." she tells him, willing the tone and voice of a Queen into her words.
Midna sucks in a soft breath before continuing, unsure as to where this will lead. She didn't know if Balthazar was fully trustworthy, and she doubted she could let him in on all the plans and strategies her people had begun working on immediately. But who was she to refuse one of her people coming back and asking to join her? This whole war was for the Twili to finally unify and heal from Zant and his usurpers.
"You displayed a complete lack of character and loyalty to me when I counted on you by my side you left. However, I am willing to start again should your actions prove as genuine as your words sound. So stand up, there is still something in this temple I seek."
Midna had never frozen before. Never had she hesitated when her life was in danger, but at this moment she didn't know what to do as the iron giant that appeared out of the darkness attacked her and she had next to nothing left in power. She's all but resigned to her fate when she feels that sharp grip on her arm and she's suddenly being yanked away and behind a cloaked figure. Sword parrying the large creature in front of them, defending her. Midna studied the figure, sensing familiarity but too tired to trace it with her magic and instead she listened to the masked being and stepped out of the fight. Watching the battle commence.
When both blades from the stranger were drawn, Midna watched fascinated at the skill displayed in front of her. The masked stranger took down the iron knight deftly and Midna almost felt embarrassed that it had taken so much to defeat the first one.
Briefly, the thought processed that despite being saved she may not be able to trust the stranger so readily. She had only the briefest moment to look at them, and when she did again she thought that they may be Twili.
Had someone from her camp come looking for her? She hadn't believed she'd been gone that long, definitely not long enough to send someone looking for her. And Midna had done her best to memorize every face and name in her camp, but possibly the cloak had masked their figure too much or they were a stranger indeed.
"Thank you, for saving my life. I could not have stopped that creature on my own, not as I am now," she says, eyes staring at the two corpses on the floor now. Despite the fact that they were dead, they still gave Midna a chill down her spine.
"I must ask, however, who are you? And how did you know I would be here?"
Midna had spent the time apart from the Heroes studying. Something she had not had the free time to do in several centuries and the action of pouring through old books and scrolls was both invigorating and exhausting simultaneously. She was looking for the Fused Shadows, having been lost in time since she last wielded their power. But they were her best shot at harnassing that ancestral magic and using it to take down the followers of Zant once more. So far, she had been led to an ancient temple in the same desert where her ancestors exiled and condemned the worst of their kind. The same place she now resided with her meager forces. Midna tried not to draw comparisons where they didn't belong.
Instead, she focused on the knowledge of the Spirit Temple here in the desert, where a piece of the Fused Shadows hopefully resided. Or at least something of magical significance that could give her some edge in the fights to come.
She had insisted to her few forces that she goes alone, wanting to carefully make her way into the temple without alerting any possible denizens. She had hoped the magic she possessed would be enough to get past anything that lurked in its ancient halls. So the queen left at night, following in the light of the moon high above as she cloaked herself and made her way through the desert. An old piece of parchment folded in her pockets denoting the way through the sandstorm that protected the temple from just anyone. Midna had only her magic to rely on, and as the sands around her begin to shift with violence and agitation and the winds whip at her hair and clothing. She knows she is close.
Walking forward, hood covering her face from the sand Midna willed her magic around her, forming a thin barrier between the sand flying through the air, and her ruby eyes as she continued without faltering.
In the sandstorm, she had no light from the moon and no way to tell how long she wandered with only memorized knowledge as her guide. But finally, when the queen had felt the wind buffeting against her makeshift shield long enough, the temple, surrounded by old pillars and statues appeared as though it hadn't sat there through the centuries. Midna could feel the silence in the air like a weight upon her shoulders. She continued towards the temple without faltering, eyes devouring the site before her. In her mind, she wondered just how many people had seen this place, and how even fewer had probably seen the inside and lived to tell the tale of it. Quickly, Midna pulled the parchment from her pockets and unfolded it, reading over the fading ink. Whoever had written this had tried to provide the details to get through the temple to its heart, where a blessing supposedly waited for those who survived what lived inside.
A blessing that she believed to be her people's magic. Midna gathered herself, having changed for the adventure she wore the clothing styled by the Gerudo that was meant for living in the desert. Loose dark pants and blouse, a thin but insulating cloak to keep warm in the cool desert nights and block the shifting sands. She had even gathered her hair high upon her head away from her face, though the sandstorm had whipped parts of it around her face, leaving her a somewhat ragged look with red strands loosely hanging around her face.
Midna stood before the door of the temple, studying the stone carving and trying to absorb the image. The work was magnificent that it withstood time for so long, and pressing a hand to the cool stone she prayed that whatever awaited her behind these doors could be felled by her magic.
The temple inside was silent, dust clogged the air and Midna coughed upon her first inhale of it as she walked in. Her bright eyes piercing through the dark as she took in the layout of the temple and tried to find movement in the dark. But nothing moved. As the Twili woman made her way through complicated hallways she had her magic just at her fingertips, ready to fight should something arise. Her original plan had been to stick to the shadows and move around the creatures here, but everything was shadows and only the smallest of spots revealed moonlight spilling in from above occasionally. She found rooms of puzzles that she played within her mind, reading through her parchment and trying to solve whatever mystery the creators of this temple had left when she finally hears the unmistakable sound of shuffling in what was once complete silence.
Slowly, the queen turns her head and stares down the lurching form of a large knight. It dragged an even larger sword, and though she didn't see eyes she could feel them tearing into her.
This is why so few reports make it out. Midna thought to herself, stepping away from the puzzle and extending her arm. A few words of an ancient language and tendrils of shadow launched from her extended arm at the undead creature. Staggering and pulling its large frame backward a few steps before it resumed its stalking of her. Now raising the large blade and in all too fast a motion slashed at her. Midna practically exploded into shadows, avoiding the blade barely as it crashed into a piece of stone she had just been standing in front of. And that's how the fight went, Midna constantly moving through the shadows trying to bind the creature and attack at what few weak points she could find, and the creature sending an earth-shattering blow at her and forcing her to retreat using her magic. Midna was powerful, but even she could not sustain this fight indefinitely. Backing away from the creature, Midna summed up a dark well inside her and quickly recited an old incantation, she threw her magic at the creature, shadows warping the air around it as shadows pulled the creature down and tore at its weak points. Before finally collapsing in a heap.
Midna breathed heavily, frustrated that the one creature took that much magic from her. She was slowly starting to realize just how cut off she must be in the Realm of Light. Her magic depleted in this land, forcing her to expend herself too soon. She's resting against a stone monolith, trying to catch her breath and focus her mind once more that she doesn't notice the cold grasp that suddenly wrenches itself around her and begins to pull her down to darkness.
The truth behind Balthazar's words stings white hot, shame striking like lightning inside her. But she would not show him her shame, inhaling sharply and pushing her own emotions aside. "All Twili men are alike, egotistical as if asking for help is some crutch. Self-serving pompous kings in their own words. Nothing's changed in the last four hundred years, and so yes. I asked for help, the way I have now. But clearly, the Twili men once again disappoint." she says, turning her head away dismissively.
She doesn't watch as he drops his insignia. nor as he mockingly vanishes from her side. Midna was here now, and she knew where she was going. Even if the information was obtained terribly. "I don't need pity," she says to the empty air and looks towards the dark forest. She had destroyed Zant once with her power, the power she'd been granted from her ancestors. This forest, and this war, would be nothing more than the last time she was here.
Silently, the Twilight Princess entered the Lost Woods in search of her lost friends.
[Time Skip 3000]
Midna had found the Heroes, she had once again seen Link and Zelda and swore to repay them for the aid they gave her so long ago in another life. She had stayed with them for quite some time, weathering the assault on their morale by their enemies and by what she and Zelda hid from Link. The young queen faced a trial far more difficult than anything Midna would face in her own battles, and she had done what she believed was right to help.
She repaid the sacrifice Zelda had made for her some four hundred years ago. And for much of that time, Midna had never noticed that piece of light inside her until it was gone. Her chest had been left with a light empty fluttering sensation for several days afterwards, and she found that her sensitivity towards the sunlight of this realm was back like many of her people. Even now, as she parted from the Heroes to work on her own plans, if she thought too much about it she could feel that hollow spot like a phantom ache. But she wouldn't ever regret her actions.
The queen had found it harder than she originally thought it would be to leave Link's side. Though different from the one she knew so well, she couldn't help but find similarities. They talked of his past life that she knew, and often of this one. And she had found some amusement in taking that old cursed form that she made her own so long ago, hiding in Link's shadow and traveling through the Woods with him. Slowly, the shame of being left by the one other Twili she knew in this realm began to fade, and she was sure eventually that Balthazar would just become a footnote in her quest to take back her realm. Though his promise of selling the information he'd gathered haunted her, and she was sure that she would never be able to trust another of her kind so lightly.
She waited until late at night to leave, under the light of a waning moon. Midna had shifted into her imp form and traveled through shadows in the forest to avoid prying eyes. Shifting back to her normal form when she reached the edge of the woods. No longer dressed like a Twili refuge, Midna had traded clothes with a silver-haired Sheikah in camp, and now wore a silky black traveling skirt, and a long black and silver jacket; white sleeves poking out at the cuffs and short black boots. Her red hair had been tied intricately at the back of her head in neatly plaited braids and knots and pinned into place. Though she was so clearly Twili, she blended into this realm just a bit more as she made her way from the woods and towards the nearest village with the information of allies tucked away.
Midna breaks into a wide smile, nearly laughing with relief. Link would help her, and she would assist him in his quest and all was well. A promise between old friends, and Midna was elated. It was another step in finding a solution to what plagued her kingdom. It was the return of those she once believed lost to time.
"I am indeed the very same Twili, and am more than willing to tell you whatever you should like to know about the you I once knew. I also, wish to know you again. It has been quite some time since I've had a friend like those I found here in Hyrule." she tells him.
She had been right about their camp being nearby, Link confirmed. Hiding out in the Lost Woods, she remembered traveling through here with him those hundreds of years ago. It felt the same, but looked ever so slightly different.
He was mocking her. Midna wasn't sure exactly how to react to the undignified tone and octave Balthazar's voice hit, mocking her outrage. Her first reaction was the heat of anger swelling in her chest telling her to do something impulsive that she would immediately regret. Then, as that anger simmered there, she composed herself; lips drawing into a thin line as she breathed slowly out her nose and drew herself up. He was taller than her, but as she stood there, meeting his harsh gaze without flinching she felt once more that familiar weight in the way her shoulders were braced, her spine straight as an arrow and her chin lifted. She had often stood this way when imposing sentences and commanding those under her in her realm.
The animosity around them did not solely radiate from Balthazar, it was if the shadow cast over her and her own rippled from the magic she wielded. As if its own nature could explain hers.
"You think I do not know what this war costs?" her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "I know very well what the costs are, I know that the longer I stand here the more my people die. Don't you dare stand there and presume I know nothing. You do not know what I know or have seen." Her fists clench, and she can feel her nails digging into the soft skin of her palms.
The reminder of all her people, those who followed her for so long, being cut down as if they were nothing more than wheat that had gone bad to the usurpers. She had prayed simply that they would hide, stay quiet and that the followers of Zant would simply be content to rule the Twilight Realm. But she knew her people, and many would not turn away. And many of them would die for it.
"I FAILED, is that what you want to hear Balthazar?" she takes one smooth step and gets in his face, chin tilted up and red eyes watery and seething. "I failed my people and now all I can do is my best to make it up to them. But I will not see more senseless death, we pick our battles and we do not murder without cause. If you cannot obey that then leave my presence now." the last line is through gritted teeth, and it's all Midna can focus on, that white-hot rage in her chest as she stands barely not touching Balthazar in an attempt to emphasize her point. Giving herself the more commanding presence she can.
Minda nodded along with Zelda's thinking. "Yes, some time ago when I last visited this realm I was dying and she--you--risked yourself to help me. I've never had the chance to repay that debt I owe, and what better way than giving back what rightfully belongs to you? I am no longer cursed by the usurper Zant, I believe I shall be quite fine." she says, smiling softly again at the queen.
The Twili woman watches enraptured at the spell Zelda tries, nearly trying to convince her to save her strength, but it seemed as if it was now or never for Zelda. Clearly what they had was borrowed time, and they could only hope they could steal some more for her and Link.
"It's better than trying nothing," Midna affirms and focuses on what she once felt like a flighty bug sitting in her chest that piece of the Light Realm she had been bestowed and had kept with her for so long. She briefly wonders if its warmth will fade and she, like many of the Twili will once again be forced to keep to the shadows out of comfort, away from the sun. With a deep breath, she wills that light inside of her to the surface and takes Zelda's hand firmly.
Midna watched the way Balthazar moved through the shadows, being careful on his heels to move around him without his notice. The longer she tailed him the more she saw just how well he moved through the shadows, not just like a Twili. But like a man accustomed to hiding from people and making sure to remain unseen. Though the Sheikah were considered the top spies and assassins of this realm, she remembered just who she and her kind were descended from. They too possessed those abilities and inclinations. Balthazar seemed rather comfortable with it all, and Midna steeled herself as she watched him climb to the roof of a building. She herself circling around the back carefully, pressing herself against the wall, watching.
And not expecting the scene that played out before her. The princess held back a gasp, her hand flying to her mouth in shock as she watched the Sheikah, fear filling his voice, spill his secrets and then his blood. The sight of his body falling to the ground sat sickly in Midna's stomach but she held herself. She would see for herself what Balthazar was doing and then demand an explanation.
Steeling herself, she continued after the guard who had supposedly sworn himself to her aid as he carried the corpse of a man who had been only trying to protect his people and do his duty to the edge of the Lost Woods and leave him there to become not much more than carrion and a casualty of wars both here and elsewhere.
Her distraction gone, she should've known he would sense her presence. Willing her spine to steel, her shadows melted off her like one would drop their own cloak at their feet. And she pushed her hood back from her face. "Quite the man who deems he can tell his queen what she may or may not do," her voice is icy. The image of the Sheikah dropping still playing in her mind. "Now I have a command of you, what are you doing." it's not a question from her.
Her mind reels, asking itself who she swore into her service, and what consequences of these actions should be. Minda could handle the horrors of war and violence, she was no stranger to these concepts. But she would not stand by and watch those who were innocent until proven otherwise slaughtered. No throne was worth the reckless abandonment of lives. And if Balthazar believed he could kill who he pleased to gather information, she would right that immediately.
The look in Zelda's eyes nearly broke Midna's heart. She saw the desperation the young queen had, and the panic that flooded her system and Midna remembers all too well those same emotions in her own face. Twice now. Zelda had lived countless times in which her kingdom nearly fell and once again here the young woman was. And now without her goddess-given grace.
She chews on her lip, debating the idea of promising to not tell Link. He should know, but Midna could see that these were difficult times. If Link truly had his other efforts to focus on, this could distract him. And that was the last thing the Heroes needed. "I will stay silent when it comes to your ailment, as long as you promise to allow me to help you. I know little of the details about your Realm of Light, but if this magical piece could possibly save you I will force it into you if I must." she smiles softly at Zelda, trying to find a way that they can even pull the piece of grace from herself and give it to Zelda.
Zelda's request for Midna to aid Link didn't surprise her, but the way Zelda says she recognizes fondness sends what could be considered a blush to Midna's cheeks. Her normally pale grey skin darkening some from the comment. "I was once quite good friends with him, yes but like yourself, he is not the same Link I once knew and I'm quite aware of such. But I will aid him regardless, in the hopes that we three will once again remain close friends."
"First, you must tell me what you need. How shall we stall this ailment of your soul?"
Midna had to force herself to remain serious when Balthazar choked on his drink at her announcement. But she couldn't help the glimmer of mirth that found its way into her ruby eyes at the undignified reaction from him. "I'm aware of what the challenge calls for, Balthazar. It does not specify weapons, however, and I am quite the sorceress," she tells him simply and takes another drink of whatever it was she had been given. Forcing back the flinch from the taste yet again.
After the proclamation, most of the Inn finds itself seemingly rattled in Midna's eyes. An announcement like that sending worry throughout all the patrons and shifting the air dramatically. She watches Balthazar stand with an arched brow. He's going to tail the Sheikah, and she is to wait here? Had Balthazar no clue to whom he swore an alliance to? Midna composes herself with the usual regality she was so used to. Chin up, shoulders back, steady eye contact. "Perhaps I'll retire to a room and plan an entry home. Along with my inauguration speech," she cracks a soft smile as she watches him leave the inn, going so far as to toss in a small wave when he looks back before making herself seem busy with the mug still waiting, more than half full.
She waits for several moments before standing and sliding her cloak back over her head. The glamor of human features melting into her Twili appearance as she too disappears silently from the bar. Tracking Balthazar would hopefully be simple, with his mind focused on the task at hand and her careful use of the natural shadow magic she was so fond of. It felt as simple and natural as tugging a cloak over her shoulders, as soon as she left the lights of the city on Balthazar's tail, darkness swept over her in a comforting blanket and she moved silently and carefully towards the thick forest known as the Lost Woods.
Politely, she accepted the mug of the frothing liquid. It sat in front of her, the tang of it assaulting her nostrils. "Steadfast indeed," she says, picking up the mug and slowly raising it to her mouth and taking a drink before immediately setting it back down to cough. "What pleasure do humans gain from drinking this?" she asks, mostly rhetorically, she couldn't see a possible answer. The liquid was foul indeed.
She stops coughing when Balthazar asks about her plan when they once again reach the Twilight Realm. Glancing down at her mug, watching her faded reflection in it, she thinks carefully about that. What would she do? The army at her back was to quell an uprising, to stop those who had usurped her. But perhaps, perhaps she could take their new leader on the proper way. the Twili way.
"As is my right, I can issue a challenge for the throne. Maybe the army will be my support, to level the playing field some," she tells him, glancing up at Balthazar and studying his newly made tan face for a moment. She looked for something, what she didn't know, in his face. A glimpse of a plan, a reaction to her bold idea of fighting for the throne the right way. She looked away quickly when her own mind told her she was looking for nothing important, long ago Midna had learned that she would have to do things no matter what others said about it.
Midna stopped and looked when the proclamation about Symmetry City was made. Eleazar was the man responsible for much of the strife in Hyrule. Stopping him meant a good chance her friends would be free to assist her in return. "We could not be in much better a position. Except perhaps in quality of taverns. Assisting this realm could guarantee the assistance we seek."
Despite her previous appearance in this realm, what Midna knew of these denizens she could fill maybe a journal page with. She knew of the Sheikah through her own people's history, and of the Hylians whom her dear friends were. Then there are the Zora, water-based folk who had been around the last time she was. And the Rito, who were not and she knew little of them. Little too, did she know of the lands outside Hyrule. Only that three major kingdoms existed on an isle that made up the known world. "I do not trust anyone to join our cause, as I have learned I cannot rely even solely on those I know in this realm," she tells him, voice soft in the near empty room.
"Many of the Sheikah have been split down the middle due to this world's ongoing strife. I can see who we can collect from the outskirts of this war. But I do not doubt that we'll find much more than stragglers." Midna looks around the room briefly before she drops the hood of her cloak revealing the long plaits of bright red hair.
She appears far less regal with the cloak off and without her intricate headpiece. The dusty black clothes she wore nowhere near the regality that Midna had lived her life wearing. She's near inconspicuous like this, just one Twili amongst the few. But there were still too few of her kind that she followed Balthazar and tinted her skin to a simple pale color. Her red hair dulling to what would probably be considered normal around humans.
"I can't imagine being able to drink that, it's barely tolerable." she laughs, and it's the first time she's truly laughed since ending up in this realm.
I'm not picky, I just want a romance w/ my sweet sheikah
there'd probably be angst or something, i enjoy hurting my characters shame on me
they should be a good guy, probably close to the Heroes
ADDITIONAL NOTES
Uhhh... make them cute
you don't have to make a new character this could be an existing one, just shoot me a message or something. I wanna bring on more plots for this character
Oh the princess was impatient, she'd always been impatient. Called tempestuous, stubborn, hot-headed, and reckless in her youth. These traits had made her a brilliant sorceress, she still was, but admittedly it made being princess difficult. It was why she had originally surrounded herself with trusted advisers, discussed with them everything about ruling her realm. And in the last four hundred years of her periodic rule, she wondered, if Zant had not cheated by using Ganondorf's magic, would he have bested her and taken her throne rightfully?
No, and no man deserves to rule when he cheats for the throne. She told herself, kept repeating it over and over since the day she took her throne back. Midna had always considered herself to be a decent ruler, capable, and determined to see the best for her people. She could be short, and many times she had to stop herself from doing something drastic. Her circle of advisers had shrunk after Zant, meaning many decisions were up to her alone. It was a test in her capabilities of ruling firm and fairly. She wonders if this proves she has failed. Again.
Midna hears what Balthazar has to say about his happiness, and it causes her to stare at him for a few seconds, studying the planes of his face. Did his happiness matter? Did hers for that matter? She had always had selfish tendencies, Link had taught her some about being selfless, and she had thought that by going after the men who had usurped her once more that it was a selfless act. Maybe it wasn't, not entirely anyways.
"It should. You are the only person in this realm who I can readily trust, thus, I will heed your words carefully and take your opinions on matter into serious consideration. I owe you no less, possibly more for this." she's sincere, earnest, determined to prove herself. Even if she didn't need to for this man, she would. Something in her drove her to.
She listens to him, nodding silently. It was a possibility that others, not the chosen heroes, would aid them. A consideration she should take, considering her choice in allies were quite slim. "I don't suppose any Sheikah would join our cause," she says dryly. "You're correct, we need to understand what is happening here, and make a plan. Something decisive."